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This young Haitian guy Stevie, but calling himself Hyena, came back to the unit after spending 40 days in the hole.

He’s 21 years old but when I tell you he looks like he’s 12, I mean it. He’s shorter than my 13 year old daughter and weighs about 100 pound soaking wet. If we were free in the world together, I’d take him right to my Princesses middle school to beat up all the little boys that want to be her boyfriend.

Anyway, Hyena lost his mother in the earthquake that devastated Haiti and came to live with his uncle in Brooklyn. It didn’t take long for the lure of the streets to take hold and he’s since found himself as a member of the Cripps.

Charged with armed robbery, the Feds offered him 10 years on a plea deal.

He came to my cell, asking me for advice.

“Eddie, ten years is like life,” he said with his strong Haitian creo accent.

“That’s how it seems now, but your young, you’ll be all right. Take that!”

“You say that like it’s nothing because you have over 13 years in already.”

“No” I corrected, “I say it like it’s a good deal and if you think about going to trial, they’ll knock your head off with twenty years or more.”

“Well, I’ll go to trial and they’ll have to give me that!” He said.

I’ve heard this argument many times before and I recognize it as the fear talking.

I also understand that he’s looking towards me for advice because he’s scared for his life.

“Hyena, your running around on gang time. You just got out the hole and your chasing the next high smoking all that K-2.”

“I been a Crip before I came to the Feds and I’m Cripping until that day I die. I get high all day cause there’s nothing else to do.”

“There’s plenty to do. Your not making the choices to do it.” I said continuing, “You have to want better for yourself and that means you’ll have to do change.”

“Change for what? They want to give me 10 years!!” He said leaning forward in the chair, running his hands through his mini-afro.

“First of all, if you start changing now, you won’t loose your good time and you’ll be home in like eight years.”

“Eight years!!”

“Listen, this is what comes with the lifestyle your choosing, so get used to it. You want to be a gangster, bust your gun, wave your flag while throwing your little hand signs, then be prepare to do more time after that because you’ll either be killed or come back to prison, those are the consequences.”

“I want like two or three years,” he said like he didn’t hear what I just told him.

“That’s easy to say but the way your thinking and the actions your taking in here are attracting a different result. Take that little bitty 10 years, hopefully it will be enough time for you to wake up and live your true potential.”

Standing up, offering his hand, shaking his head he said, “Man, you say take 10 years like it’s nothing. I can’t hear that right now.”

“You don’t want to hear it, but I speak the truth to the youth!” I said as he turned and walked out my cell.

As much as I would like to grab Hyena, sit him back in the chair and talk to him until he’s ready to change, I know that he has to want better for himself first.

He has no idea that the patterns of thoughts he’s entertaining are setting the laws of attraction in motion to draw his experiences.

He’s convinced himself that he’s a Crip in his mind and speaks without understanding that our words have the power to become the results of what’s spoken. Hyena can’t see the logical conclusions of the path he’s currently on and when I was his age, neither could I.

I try to discourage those headed on that path, but in the mist of doing time, it’s a difficult barrier to conquer.

Instead of focusing on how much time I’ve done or have to do, I pay attention to what I’ve accomplished and my future goals.

Right before we locked in that night, I passed Hyena my “Day in the life with coffee and Paradise” book.

He gave it back this morning, having finished it since it’s only 30 pages.

“Does life really work like that?” he asked.

“That’s a question you should be able to answer if your honest with yourself. Think back to how you were thinking in the past and what lead to where you are now.”

“I like the way you break all that down with the laws and principals. Do you have something else to read?”

From:
WRIGHT, EDDIE
Mar 25, 2018 at 7:37 AM
This weekend the first national March For Our Lives took place, and my mother, Jean Wright was present with Nia, my 13 year old daughter.
I wasn’t surprised, receiving the early morning message that read, “We’re headed to NYC to March for our lives!!”
It’s like a sacred rite of passage in my mothers mind.

I can still hear my mom’s voice yelling above the crowds of thousands, when I was five years old, protesting nuclear weapons, “1,2,3,4 we don’t want a Nuclear war!!”

My sister Mimi and I would shout right along, with flowers and peace signs painted on our faces, with puffed out afro’s like lost members of the Jackson five.

There still hasn’t been a nuclear war, yet more nations now have and are fighting for nuclear arms, which stirred a few questions in my mind. Why is it that our government is so against allowing every nation to have nuclear weapons for their own protection? Isn’t it their right as a free country?

When our government makes the argument of limiting the countries that have access to nuclear weapons, as a way to insure the greater peace for the world, why don’t we make that same argument when it comes to guns here at home?

AR-15’s, bump stocks and all other automatic rifles are like individual nuclear weapons that have proven to cause mass destruction at our schools and movie theaters.

I know I recently made a post on banning automatic weapons. To me that’s a first step that makes sense.
It also makes sense that if you insist on having a gun in the house for protection, it should be one shot gun.
If you want to have a bunch of hunting rifles and hand guns, we should keep them stored at your local police station, where you have access to check them out for your hunting trip.

There’s a lot of sensible steps that we could take to limit the gun violence in America. Our current governmental representatives, republicans and democrats alike, haven’t done anything but talk a good one for the political spot light.

There are free democratic countries that have almost no gun violence. America appears not to care about the well being of their citizens like those countries do.

The younger generation is the foundation of the March for our lives movement. Unfortunately, it appears that it’s going to take until that younger generation gets old enough to have the political power to demand a radical change.

Until then, we’ll have to continuously re-set the clock in expectation of the next mass shooting.

I don’t want this to be a doom and gloom post. I’m inspired seeing the marches on the news, knowing that the seed of hope and change is being planted by my mother in her granddaughters mind. She’ll grow up knowing she too has the power to make a difference.

Although Nia’s generation would more likely take to the internet to insure their voices are heard around the world.
My mother is teaching her a lesson to march a peaceful protest, taking it to the grass roots that gave us the freedoms and liberties we often overlook today.

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WRIGHT, EDDIE
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:53 PM
Thoughts are everything, so how we think about our current condition in life is always in our control.
Positive, optimistic thinking, activates principals and laws that cause things to happen to attract positive results.

How, why, and the deep, spiritual, intellectual explanation is what I teach and write about, so I wanted to point out that the principals and laws work both ways.

If I’m thinking negatively, the platform of my perception would expect bad things to happen and rapidly draw destructive experiences.

I’m not claiming that thinking positive means you’ll never be challenged with difficult obstacles, that’s what life is about, but how you respond, by the way you think, dictates the results and your experience.

We live in a world of cause and effect.
Most often we get distracted by focusing on the effect, without taking the time to contemplate the cause.

There’s an essence of intelligence, loving us enough to have a co-creation relationship, allowing us to make what appears to be a total mess out of our lives.

Yet, once we have the desire for change, which begins with the way we think,
the Universe comes together in a way that ensures everything will work out for the best.

So even in the mist of what appears to be chaotic, keep your thoughts positive, relying on the trust, faith, and belief
of your higher power.

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Do some Americans love automatic weapons more than their children?
In the wake of the most recent school shooting over a month ago, asking if Americans love their automatic weapons more than their kids should appear to be an illogical question, but after the elementary school shooting in Connecticut and nothing being done to ban assault weapons, who could deny the obvious truth?

Yes, some Americans love their assault weapons more than their children. I know the N.R.A. and gun advocates will say “It’s not the guns, it’s the second amendment of the constitution that we love” or “It’s not the guns, it’s the people.”

Conspiracy theorist justification for weapons of war is that any day big government can raise up to suppress the free will of the people. They act as if our United States military isn’t equipped with weapons so advanced that any automatic weapon would be as useful as a sling shot against them. They have tanks, helicopters, jets, drones and stealth bombers making that a nonsensical argument.

Let’s face reality, mass shootings aren’t even the new norm in America. The real question we should be asking ourselves is why? I’m not writing pretending to have the answer that would stop all these mass shooting. I’m making a conscious observation to what’s taking place.

Is the solution really to arm teachers, have more police officers stationed in our schools, malls, movie theaters and all shopping centers? Should we have metal detectors at every public entrance, x-raying bags and removing our shoes prior to entering all buildings?

Unfortunately, we all know there will be another mass shooting in the news and until drastic measures are taken, the killings will continue. The powerful pushback on any type of legislation for banning assault weapons is indisputable with where “the powers that be” stand.

You would think a ban against assault weapons and bump stocks, which were used in the Las Vegas massacre, would be a reasonable start. But with 89 guns to every 100 citizens in America, until there’s some type of extreme change, the result will continue to be the same.

I’m a concerned parent. I have daughters in college and in middle school. My party like a rock star son, thankfully changed his mind about going to Pulse, the same night that mass shooting occurred. There were protest, memorials, and inspiring speeches but in that same state of Florida, a mentally disturbed 18 year old was still able to walk into a gun store and purchase an AR-15.

My friends, God works for us by working through us. We can drastically reduce the number of mass shootings in America the moment the mass consciousness of Americans choose to do so. We’re currently planning and soon will be sending human beings to Mars, are we to believe that our great American minds can’t solve the problem of mass shootings?
I say American minds because America is the only country in the world that has this on going problem.

I’ve been a felon since I was 18, so I’ve never had a second amendment right, but I’ve always knew where I could buy a gun. What I could never get my hands on, as hard as I tried, were Cuban cigars.

Look, no one’s even calling for a ban on all guns. You could still have your shot guns, rifles and hand pistols. Gun owners will still be able to hunt and protect their households, it just won’t be as easy as walking into a local gun shop to buy an AR-15, should someone who’s had a bad day choose to shoot a large number of people.

Banning assault weapons won’t stop the gun violence in America, but it seems like a rational first step to impeded the damage that’s inflicted by one who’s attempting to administer a maximum amount of harm. It would be one action that let’s our children know we did something for their safety to show them their loved more than automatic weapons.

“It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.”
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When I first sat down to write this post, right after reading this article about a father who refused to claim his son’s body after he was killed in the Orlando Massacre at club Pulse, my outrage, anger, and disgust for this father who was causing more hurt and pain to his son’s family and friends was clear in my explicit word expression because…..I was mad as hell.

My blood was boiling as visions of a young mans body, alone in the morgue just waiting for his loved one’s to put him to rest flashed in my minds eye. I was livid and had to step away from what I was writing when I noticed how upset it made me.